Upon hearing the words of the young woman, a flicker of pity flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged steward. Such a beautiful woman was to be sentenced to death by the clan, which he found extremely regrettable.
If only he could have some favor with this woman, he wouldn't have wasted over thirty years as a steward, for this woman was once the wife of the Xiao Family's number one genius.
Alas! This woman was not someone he could touch.
"Ying Lingxue, you suffer from Cold Blood Disease, enduring pain for years, and today you are granted a blessing by the clan, how dare you speak so recklessly?" The middle-aged steward frowned, his tone reprimanding.
The former high-and-mighty young mistress of the Xiao Family, although he couldn't play with her, reprimanding her boosted the middle-aged steward's vanity greatly.
